So sleepy these days. I suppose it's because I'm pregnant. I am about to work a bit on the book before I crash though. I need to, I'm almost to 19,000 words and once I get to 20 I feel like I will have made a pretty good start. I need to finish, I need to send it out to agents. I need to be able to do this for a living. I have had this desire since I was a little girl, but it means so much more now. My husband is working so hard for us, I want to give back to him. My kids are my whole world, I want to be able to provide whatever they need. I want to show them that they can do anything they really want to do. So. Off I go to get some work done.
Perhaps I seek accountability, or an occasional word of encouragement. Or both. I am going to tell others of the process of my books coming to be. I always said as a little girl that one day I would be a writer. My one day is now.